Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

As Supreme Emperor Verena's voice faded into the air, Timothy, who had been playfully teasing Sylvia, suddenly stopped.

Both of them turned their gaze toward the dissipating soul.

This final duet had actually been Sylvia's idea, allowing Supreme Emperor Verena to remain conscious for just a little longer before her soul completely scattered.

To die for love, waiting for thousands of years by the Bridge of Souls—Supreme Emperor Verena's spirit and determination were truly admirable.

But in the end, she still couldn't resist the temptation from the Abyss of Desire.

Watching her faint smile as her soul grew fainter and fainter, about to vanish completely from the world, Sylvia gave a slight nod.

"Thanks for guiding us through the Sepulcher of the Sacred. Safe travels. I hope your sins can be redeemed."

It was a pity that such a powerful Supreme Emperor had fallen here, unable to maintain full clarity even in her final moments.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Yeah, thank you."

Hearing Sylvia's words, Supreme Emperor Verena seemed to feel a weight lift from her heart.

Her soul was about to scatter, and there would be no next life for her. The destruction she had caused could never be undone.

But in this final moment, she felt a sense of peace.

A single tear slid down her cheek as she closed her eyes, seemingly content.

The light surrounding her soul could no longer hold it together, and with a gentle breeze, her soul finally scattered, disappearing completely from the world.

The River of Oblivion continued to flow quietly, but the soul that had guarded this place for millennia was now gone forever.

With the absence of spiritual energy and destruction, the surrounding mist slowly began to rise again.

Both the River of Oblivion and the Bridge of Souls were once again shrouded in thick white fog, leaving only a faint, blurry outline.

The scene became eerily calm. Aside from the massive sword marks on the shore and the shattered stones and dust, there was no sign that an epic battle between Emperor-level powerhouses had just taken place.

"It's finally over. With this, the rebellion on the Elant continent should stop too."

Even Sylvia, who was usually calm and composed, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

They had been in the Netherworld for so long, and she had endured Timothy's teasing more times than she could count. Now, at last, the source of the chaos had been dealt with.

After all, this place, where she could randomly turn into a child, was not somewhere she could stay for long!

What if one of the Netherworld spirits drank the Draught of Forgetting but didn't get the dosage right and still remembered seeing her as a little girl being teased by Timothy?

And then, what if that spirit reincarnated on the Elant continent? As the Goddess Sylvia, how could she ever live that down?

"No way, I can't let that happen!"

With that thought, Sylvia quickly took a step back, protectively covering the snow lotus on her head, as if afraid Timothy might suddenly snatch it away.

Her sudden movement left Timothy a bit confused. "Honey, what are you…"

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Seeing Sylvia's anxious expression and the way she was guarding the snow lotus on her head, Timothy instantly understood.

But instead of backing off, his interest was piqued. "Honey, since we're already in the Netherworld, how about I help you pick that snow lotus and let you relive your childhood for a bit?"

"No way!"

Sylvia hadn't expected Timothy to come after her right after the battle, and she quickly took another step back, holding the snow lotus even tighter.

But Timothy kept advancing, his eyes locked on the snow lotus like a predator.

For a moment, Sylvia looked genuinely flustered, desperately trying to figure out how to escape Timothy's grasp.

But just then, she noticed something strange happening with Timothy.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have successfully obliterated Supreme Emperor Verena's soul, resolving the Netherworld crisis and averting the impending disaster at the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

System Reward: Host will ascend to the Transcendence Realm and become a Holy Emperor.]

As the system's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, Timothy's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Holy Emperor!"

This was the moment he had been waiting for, for what felt like an eternity.

Reaching the Ocean's Gate in just a year was already an incredible feat, but only by ascending to the level of a Holy Emperor could one truly step into the ranks of the most powerful beings on the Elant Continent.

Only those at the Emperor level could stand proudly above all others on Elant.

The gap between these two realms was vast, almost insurmountable. Even with the power boost from his Ancient Saintly Body, crossing that chasm was no easy task.

But now…

As the system's voice faded, Timothy felt a massive shift within his spiritual sea.

At the Ocean's Gate, his spiritual sea had expanded from a small lake into something vast, like an endless ocean.

But now, that ocean began to boil.

Waves surged, and pure spiritual energy rushed toward a single point at the center, converging on what seemed like a void.

As the spiritual sea gathered, Timothy felt his limbs being infused with an endless stream of energy, a sensation of pure bliss.

It wasn't just his limbs—his entire body seemed to open up, as if he could communicate directly with the surrounding space.

The purest spiritual energy in the air transformed into faint golden light, flowing into Timothy's body.

The speed of this golden energy increased, faster and faster, until it surged like a tidal wave, flooding into him.

It became a roaring river, coursing through his veins.

Timothy's entire body was now brimming with an overwhelming amount of spiritual energy.

Before him stood the seemingly impenetrable barrier that separated him from the Holy Emperor realm.

Throughout history, countless prodigies and powerful practitioners had been stopped by this very barrier.

No matter how strong they were, no matter how extraordinary their talent, most could only stand helpless before it, unable to take another step.

That thin-looking barrier was, in reality, an unbreakable wall, blocking the lifelong dreams of countless practitioners.

It made the Holy Emperor level, the pinnacle of power on the Elant Continent, seem impossibly out of reach.

Most practitioners could only gaze up at it, with no hope of ever breaking through.

But the spiritual energy surging within Timothy was different.

It was vast and unstoppable, like a mighty river, gathering and condensing into a razor-sharp blade.

This blade, pure and radiant, glowed with a brilliant golden light. And as it faced the barrier before him, it pierced forward without hesitation.

An inch. Then another inch.

Each inch forward seemed incredibly difficult.

But as a determined glint flashed in Timothy's eyes, the blade surged with even greater power.

The endless spiritual energy continued to gather, focusing on a single point.

"Crack."

The final barrier shattered with a resounding crash!